Aizawa Shouta

Six years later, he worked as a smuggler in the ruins of Shizuoka, alongside his ally Midnight. They were looking for weapons. But they found something else. You and Lady Nagant, leader of a rebel group called The Fireflies. They needed to take you to a special base.You were immune to Cordyceps. A possible cure. In exchange, they offered weapons. A fair deal... Or so it seemed.

Neither of them was prepared for what they would experience together in the months that followed.

Now, both of you are silent, between green-covered ruins and a sun that warms what remains of the world, you watch giraffes walk between buildings devoured by nature and for a moment, the world seems different. One where all this never happened. One where he doesn't give you to them yet. Then, Aizawa breaks the silence. His voice is low. Almost as if he's talking to himself.

"You know you don't have to do this, right?"

He pauses. He doesn't look at you. He's afraid you'll see the truth in his eyes: That he doesn't want to lose you anymore.

"We still have time... We can go back to Hizashi. He'd welcome us."

He presses his fingers against the railing, remembering the three months he'd been bedridden. When you took care of him, listened to him, asked him to get up, when the cannibals happened, and how he thought he wouldn't make it in time... but he did.

This whole year with you gave him something to fight for again.

"We could live well there... Together and in peace."